Presently we were in mid-channel. We seemed to be hanging on the very edge of the eddy. Both of us were almost exhausted by this time, yet we might not pause for an instant. With a last, supreme effort we tore the raft from the clutches of the current that would have drawn us back into the embrace of the swirling Titan; then the main current of the mid-channel seized us--a fierce, relentless force. Our craft swirled and bobbed about absolutely beyond control, and we were swept down toward the great river. I laid aside my inadequate paddle. "We have done our best, Nalte," I said, "but it wasn't good enough. Now all that we can do is to hope that this thing will hang together until we drift to one shore or the other somewhere along the big river." "It will have to be soon," said Nalte. "Why?" I asked. "When Skor found me he said that I was fortunate to have come to shore where I did, as farther down the river tumbles over falls." I looked at the low cliffs that lined the river on both sides. "There isn't any chance of making a landing here," I said. "Perhaps we shall have better luck lower down," suggested Nalte. Down we drifted with the current, sometimes borne close to one shore, sometimes close to the other as the channel meandered from bank to bank; or again we rode far out on the center of the flood. Sometimes we saw little breaks in the cliffs where we might have made a landing; but we always saw them too late, and were carried past before we could maneuver our clumsy craft within reach. * * * * * As we approached each bend we looked expectantly for some change in the shore line that would offer us some hope of landing, but always we were disappointed. And then, at last, as we swung around a headland, we saw two cities. One lay upon the left bank of the river, the other on the right directly opposite. The former appeared gray and drab even at a distance, while that upon the right bank shone white and beautiful and gay with its limestone walls and towers and its roofs of many colors. Nalte nodded toward the city on the left bank. "That must be Kormor; this is about the location that Skor told me his city occupied." "And the other?" I asked. She shook her head. "Skor never mentioned another city." "Perhaps it is all one city built upon both banks of the river," I suggested. "No; I do not think so. Skor told me that the people who dwelt across the river from Kormor were his enemies, but he never said anything about a city. I thought it was just some savage tribe. Why, that is a splendid city--far larger and handsomer than Kormor."